Trick - By Lori Garrett Page 0,62
nipples poke through the fabric.
I push her against the wall and pry her legs open, licking at her with a few quick laps, loving the cries that burst from her lips. I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her steady while I feast on her. “I’ve missed the taste of this pussy. Open those legs wider.”
She does what I say and I suck and kiss until her knees wobble and her hands fist in my hair, partly from passion and partly because she’s going to fall over if she doesn’t hold tight. I knead one hand along her thigh and slide it up higher, until one finger sinks deep into her slickness. She gasps and I move it in rhythm with my tongue, quickening it until her cries crash together and she shakes hard, her hips pressing against me.
I pull back, sure I’m going to explode if I don’t get deep in her in a second. I start to stand, but Harlow puts her hands on my shoulders and shakes her head.
I follow her silent command, lying back on the hard floor as she straddles my hips. She presses my dick flat on my stomach and strokes it with soft, sweet fingers. She puts a hand down to her clit and rubs, sliding her finger between the lips of her pussy. She presses up and along the length of my dick, then pulls back, and I can’t imagine a more perfect torture.
She reaches a hand up to let her bra fall to the floor, and continues her slow, sweet slide back and forth, her blue eyes closed tight, her mouth hanging open just slightly. I’m so hard, I’m not sure I won’t burst.
“Baby, you’re so damn sexy,” I say, running my hands up that tight, gorgeous dancer’s body. “I love you, you know that?”
Like a switch got flipped, Harlow’s eyes pop open, and she lifts her hips, sliding over me with one hot, wet push. I’m deep in her, her body over mine, her hips jumping and thrusting in a crazy rhythm.
“Whoa, baby. Slow down. That’s it. That feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask, grabbing onto her hips and bracing them with my hands. We find a rhythm, and I lie on my back, appreciating the fact that all I have to do is hold on while the most beautiful girl in the damn world writhes and pumps on my dick, her gorgeous tits bobbing up and down, her light hair getting stuck to her neck from the sweat.
She speeds up suddenly, breaking away from the pressure of my hands, and her moans fill the entire house. She grabs her nipples and twists, runs her hands up her neck and into her hair, and jerks her entire body.
“Gunner! Damn it, Gunner! I’m coming!” She falls forward, her hands on my chest, and a few sweet whimpers escape her mouth.
I flip her under me, driving into her hard and quick.
“Deeper,” she moans.
“Can’t do that, kitten, unless you plan on doing some serious bending....holy hell, woman.” I keep pumping into her as Harlow pulls her legs back impossibly far, and I slide in right to the hilt, deeper than I imagined possible.
“I’m a dancer, Gunner. I’m super flexible,” she says, her sexy grin soon replaced by the perfect ‘o’ of her mouth. “Come for me, Gunner! I can’t take much more!”
“Let me come on your titties,” I gasp, watching them bounce up and down.
“Yes!”
I pull out and spill all over her body, catching myself on my arms over her before I collapse. I look down into her sleepy, satisfied face as I grab my t-shirt to clean her off. “You’ve got an angel’s face, but, damn, you’re kinky as hell, girl,” I say, lying close to her.
“It’s only with you. I want to do everything with you, Gunner, be everything you want.”
“Everything I want, huh?” I murmur kissing her neck. “Well, you don’t have to change a damn thing, then. Because everything I want is you.”
“Do you remember the first time we made love?” Harlow asks, curling against me.
I don’t even have to strain my brain to picture that night in the little cabin back in the woods. How I’d never been so damn scared before in my life. How slowly peeling Harlow’s clothes away from her body was the most sensual thing I’d ever done. “I want you,” she whispered. And I hoped to god she wasn’t going to change her mind about me.
“Are you kidding, Harlow? Of course I